The voice of indifference reverberates between heaven and earth for a long time.
The strength Ye Zichuan has just shown is too terrible and unpredictable.
As the leader of a religion, the power of Shangqing palace leader religion can be imagined, and it is one of the strongest in the whole Kunlun fairyland.
But in front of Ye Zichuan, he was like a baby, and without any resistance, he was moved directly.
This is the power of the Lord of the world.
The three worlds have been fully integrated, and the heart of the world has united all the worlds together, forming a complete big world.
Ye Zichuan is now the master of the world, unique.
Of course, as the master of the world, on the one hand, on the other hand, his own strength is strong enough.
If it wasn't for the earth's limitations, he would have broken through to the middle God.
He has devoured the Dragon grottoes, Kunlun fairyland and yaochi, so we can imagine the increase of his strength.
If such a great accumulation can't make a person break through to the middle God, there's no need to practice at all.
Ye Zichuan plans to go out next time to find a life planet, break through his own restrictions and get back to the middle God.
However, when he comes back, he will be suppressed again, just like the previous two ancient gods, with only one powerful body, and the law of power will be suppressed to the peak of the next God.
But that's enough for him.
With the fall of Ye Zichuan's voice, in several places of Kunlun fairyland, it seems that a peerless beast who has been sleeping for thousands of years has awakened.
A lot of people feel it. It seems that there are many eyes looking this way, which makes people feel like they have goose bumps all over.
These are the old monsters dormant in the fairyland of Kunlun. They are almost petrified, and they only have a long way to live. Even if the last Shangqing palace suffered such a big loss, no old monsters appeared.
But this time, they felt the great change of Kunlun fairyland and had to come out.
Each breath is very strong, with decadent gas, slowly awakened, and finally like the flood of breaking the dike, the majority of the world will be submerged.
All people feel a kind of great terror. Compared with these breath, their own strength is completely different from that of small streams and big rivers. They are not at the same level.
Ye Zichuan's look is also a little surprised, these old monsters are in the middle God realm.
But because of the earth, it was suppressed.
A gust of wind blowing, do not see any earth shaking movement, a few figures will appear here like ghosts, quietly.
These are almost decadent old people, all of them are dead, half of them are in the coffin.
"The younger generation is formidable." An old man said, bent body, old eyes muddy, head only a few wisps of sparse hair, will wood, like a gust of wind can blow down the same.
"Are you the father of the twenty seventh generation of Zhang Jiao?"
The Zhangjiao in Shangqing palace opened his mouth very wide and his eyes widened.
He is the 39th generation of Zhang Jiao and has lived for hundreds of years.
Now this old man is the 27th generation of Zhang Jiao, who is many years earlier than him. After so many times, he is still alive.
It's definitely an old living fossil monster. It's closed all year round.
In the palace of the upper Qing Dynasty, he was already regarded as the forerunner.
But now, he's alive.
Vaguely, it looks like the portrait of our ancestors, but it is much older.
"Younger generation, do you want to unify the fairyland?" Old voice sounded, turbid eyes looking at Ye Zichuan, but let Ye Zichuan instinctively feel a kind of danger.
"When the palace of the Qing Dynasty was the most powerful, it failed to unify the fairyland. Can you do that?"
"I'm not interested in ruling you. If you don't want to, I can let you leave. There are many places outside. You can go wherever you want. I will never stop you." Ye Zichuan said lightly.
"It's impossible!" The leader of Shangqing Temple spoke in a low voice: "we have lived in Kunlun fairyland for generations. It's impossible for us to leave!"
"Yes, Lingshan has been in the fairyland for thousands of years and will never leave." A monk with pale golden skin opened his mouth, and his face was dignified.
"That's your choice. I just want to tell you that now, I am the master of the world."
"Why?" A eldest brother yelled: "do you think you are very strong? In front of several ancestors, you are nothing. When the ancestors were all over the world, you didn't know where you were?"
"You want to control the world?"
Ye Zichuan's eyes light glimpsed in the past, and then roared, clear sky, blue sky, a water tank as thick lightning directly hit down, fell on the head of the elder.
"Ah --"
The elder uttered a shrill scream, and his body exploded directly. He was cut into ashes by a flash of lightning, leaving only a handful of dust.
"No? You can try it again. " Ye Zichuan looks down on everyone.
Many people are silent, swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
That's the elder of the distracted realm. He condensed the original spirit. If his body is destroyed, he may not die.
But now, it was directly cut into ashes by a flash of lightning, and it can't die any more.
"Young man, you've gone too far."
The old Zhangjiao of Shangqing palace opened his mouth and bent his body, but his turbid eyes were as sharp as a sword in the sky, shooting out two bright gods and penetrating the void.
Ye Zichuan's face was expressionless, and he gave a cold hum. The world was shocked.
In this world, he is the absolute master.
That old palm teaches like to be struck by lightning, the throat sends out a stuffy hum.
At this moment, he felt the whole world hit him, and his decadent body almost collapsed, almost destroyed.
His face was calm, but in his heart there was a storm.
Is this the power of the Lord of the world? Even if his cultivation is not as good as him, he can suppress him without any resistance.
"Don't force me to kill. I hate going to the palace of Qing Dynasty." Ye Zichuan's eyes are cold.
This sentence made all the disciples of Shangqing palace pale.
Ye Zichuan is too strong. If you really want to kill them, you really don't need much effort.
It seems that even Lao Zhangjiao is not an opponent and has been suppressed.
Several nearly decadent old monsters looked at Ye Zichuan with fear. They could feel each other's strength.
But they have lived in the fairyland for so long, and now they have to be inferior to others. It's like the house they have lived in for many years has become someone else's. how can they be comfortable?
"Young man, take a step back. You can live thousands of miles away, but within thousands of miles, you can't infringe at all!" An old monster with a long eyebrow almost down to his shoulder opened his mouth.
Ye Zichuan sneered: "I said that now every mountain and every inch of land in this world belongs to me. If you don't want to, you can leave."
"Of course, you can try to kill me."
This sentence, a few old monster's eyes have become gloomy down.
It seems that there is no possibility of reconciliation between them in this matter.
"Boy, you do have some skills, but the world is very big. We have lived for so many years, and we have seen the means of celestial immortals. What are you
"Yes? Let me see. " Ye Zichuan looked at them indifferently.
"Hum!"
An old monster gave a cold hum, and his bamboo stick fell to the ground, which shocked the whole world. At this time, his eyes were like a magic lamp, shining brilliantly.
And almost at the same time, several other old monsters shot together.
Their cultivation is better than that of Ye Zichuan. After so many years of hard cultivation, how can they be inferior to others?
The energy of this place rose to the top in a flash. It was like an abyss, like a sea, setting off a terrible wave, and the whole fairy island seemed to fall down.
Everyone was appalled.
They feel like suffocation, like a boat in the ocean, which will be overturned at any time.
But the next moment, everything was quiet.
Ye Zichuan stretched out a hand to wipe it over, just like smoothing the crumpled paper. The stormy waves between heaven and earth subsided in an instant.
That's his strength!
In this world, he is invincible, unless his accomplishments exceed him too much.
Otherwise, even the middle God level strong can only be suppressed by him in this world.
Five old monsters are roaring and roaring. The breath in their bodies is like the awakening of wild beasts, and it's like several volcanoes erupting at the same time. That kind of majestic energy can submerge the world.
But all this is useless. Ye Zichuan is just a hand, which makes it difficult for them to break out.
He is the world, the world is him.
How can they bear the pressure of a big world?
"Poof!" An old monster spewed blood on the spot, and the sound of broken bones came out of his body, which made his body deformed.
This made the other disciples look pale.
Even Lao Zu can't stop Ye Zichuan. What can they do?
Ye Zichuan just used one hand, just like the whole world pressing on them, making them unable to lift their heads.
Several old monsters joined hands, but they still lost. One of them even sat down on the spot and disappeared into the dust.
The rest of them were injured to varying degrees, and I'm afraid they won't last for a few years.
With Ye Zichuan's strong suppression, the rest of the people can no longer turn up any waves, only obediently accept their fate.
"I have gratitude and resentment. It's my kindness that I didn't kill you all. Don't make trouble. Otherwise, I don't mind wiping you out from the world." Ye Zichuan said indifferently.
Turning his head, he looked at yaochi and his party, showing a kind smile: "I remember the kindness of the queen mother in those years. Yaochi can go anywhere in this world, and I will never stop it."
"In addition --"
At this point, ye Zichuan flicked his finger, and a small piece of the field flew up.
"This small piece of medicine field is given to yaochi. It's not a big gift. I hope you don't dislike it."
Other people's eyes turned red when they saw the scene.